There was a lot of pushing and shoving. Tempers were flaring. People were angry and frustrated. Outbound flights were indefinitely delayed. Inbound flights were diverted to nearby airports. And there was no official word from anyone.
“What a freakin’ zoo this is,” Mark said to the guy, a stranger, standing next to him. “I have to be in Cincinnati for a meeting. No way I’ll be able to make it now.”
“My wife just went into labor and she’s heading to the hospital,” the guy said. “I’m going to miss the birth of our first child.”
“Excuse me, excuse me,” a large man said as he pushed and shoved his way to the ticket counter. “Can you tell me what the hell is going on?” he shouted.
“I’m sorry, sir,” the woman said. “I don’t have anything to share with you.”
The man leaned in and said, “Don’t bullshit a bullshitter, sweetheart. I know you know something.”
She leaned forward and in a low voice said, “Air Force One is on the tarmac for an unscheduled visit. As long as it’s here, the airport is on a ground hold.”
“There’s nothing that man can’t screw up.” the man said.
Written for today’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt from Donna McNicol. Photo credit: Barb Crews.